Chapter 1
She thumped her fist on the pealing red paint. she was sure to get splinters like she had the last time. Still after four minutes of thumping no one answered her. She dropped her fist from the old cracking wood. what was even her point of being here? This wasnt the place for her, but she was still here anyway. She tilted her head to try and get a better look through the windows that where a couple feet above her. but it didnt help, she was so tiny that it didnt possibly make a difference. All she could see through the windows was the dirty dusty cealing of the room beyond the door. That couldnt possibly tell her if he was home or not.
She had come here because it was the last place she had left to go. Her parents didnt want her anymore. Her subconsious mind had led her here. Aggrivated with the fact that she was stuck outside she turned and lead against the door that was five times her size. slowly she started to slump down untill she realized that she was now sitting on the cold grownd. But she couldnt make herself get up. the cold and her mind where frezzeing her to the point where she lost her self in her thoughts compleatly.
The only clear image she had was what it must have been like when the building she was sitting in front of had been a working firestation. But that had been way before her time. when they didnt have things like non flamable stoves and microwaves and people didnt forget to turn off their dryers. Now a days you didnt hear of people dying in house fires or anykind of fire, because things now were just non flamable. The fire station had become obsolite.
She could feel her eyelids starting to become heavy, drooping. Making her see only tunnle vision. The way her green and yellow nike sneakers stood out in the puddles of graying snow. Or how the crack next to her left shoe had 67 cence in it. The way her worn out jeans had trails of frays, that she probably needed a new pair before the winter really started.
The last thing she saw before her eyes totally closed was a black cat that was standing at the other end of the building eyeing her warily. In her mind she new that being in the presence of a black cat usually ment bad luck. She had never been superstitious, but as seeing where she was and who's house she was infront of now might be a perfectly good time to start.
She thumped her fist on the pealing red paint. she was sure to get splinters like she had the last time. Still after four minutes of thumping no one answered her. She dropped her fist from the old cracking wood. what was even her point of being here? This wasnt the place for her, but she was still here anyway. She tilted her head to try and get a better look through the windows that where a couple feet above her. but it didnt help, she was so tiny that it didnt possibly make a difference. All she could see through the windows was the dirty dusty cealing of the room beyond the door. That couldnt possibly tell her if he was home or not.
She had come here because it was the last place she had left to go. Her parents didnt want her anymore. Her subconsious mind had led her here. Aggrivated with the fact that she was stuck outside she turned and lead against the door that was five times her size. slowly she started to slump down untill she realized that she was now sitting on the cold grownd. But she couldnt make herself get up. the cold and her mind where frezzeing her to the point where she lost her self in her thoughts compleatly.
The only clear image she had was what it must have been like when the building she was sitting in front of had been a working firestation. But that had been way before her time. when they didnt have things like non flamable stoves and microwaves and people didnt forget to turn off their dryers. Now a days you didnt hear of people dying in house fires or anykind of fire, because things now were just non flamable. The fire station had become obsolite.
She could feel her eyelids starting to become heavy, drooping. Making her see only tunnle vision. The way her green and yellow nike sneakers stood out in the puddles of graying snow. Or how the crack next to her left shoe had 67 cence in it. The way her worn out jeans had trails of frays, that she probably needed a new pair before the winter really started.
The last thing she saw before her eyes totally closed was a black cat that was standing at the other end of the building eyeing her warily. In her mind she new that being in the presence of a black cat usually ment bad luck. She had never been superstitious, but as seeing where she was and who's house she was infront of now might be a perfectly good time to start.
